| These niggas know
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| Huh
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| Armed and dangerous, call the law
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| Stick to the script, no audible
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| Country ass nigga with an Audemars
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| Can’t spell the shit but I order more
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| French hoes treat me like Charles De Gaulle
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| Get good head on the Autobahn
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| Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore
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| Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God
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| Five steps like Dru Hill
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| Came home from the first tour, with
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| Bad credit and a school bill
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| Middle finger to the bursar
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| Finally famous but
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| Ain’t too much really change with us
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| Straight up weed; |
| no angel dust
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| Label us notorious, that was 9−7
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| Saw my old teacher and she asked how I’m livin'
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| You ain’t know my shit drop bitch? |
| 9−11
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| Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend
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| Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend
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| Nigga you should too, if you knew
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| What this game would do to you
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Better me than you
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| I must confess, I copped the chains
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| I hit the club, I made it rain
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| I hit the road, I made a name
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| I came home, I ain’t the same
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| I ain’t the same
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| I ain’t the same
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| Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know
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| Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know
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| These niggas know, boo-ya nigga?
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| Came through the door like who y’all niggas?
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| Stole a nigga flow, I could sue y’all niggas
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| Better yet put a hot one through y’all niggas
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| Nah, let me stop frontin' for y’all niggas but
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| Don’t let the college shit fool y’all niggas
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| Ain’t the hardest nigga in the land
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| But a grown ass man, and I will step to y’all niggas
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| Like what’s the problem?
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| Ain’t gettin' paper, nigga here’s a loan
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| My shit long, need a hair salon
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| Get it cut, shut the fuck up
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| And wipe your face with my money 'til your tears is gone
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| No cryin' ass, lyin' ass
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| Can’t afford a whip, but you buyin' ass
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| This Fresh Prince nigga, I ain’t Jazz
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| Fucked yo bitch, nigga I ain’t ask
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| She pitched it to me like Sosa (Oh God)
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| What the fuck was I s’posed do?
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| Deny that, rather try that, but I never fly that
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| Keep hoes bi-coastal
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| And they buy postals, ain’t shit for free
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| Dick the only thing that they get from me
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| Sit VIP, get a sip for free
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| Later on she’ll be sippin' me, literally
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| Picture me at the tip-top
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| With your bitch lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
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| This B.I.G. |
| nigga, this Pac
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| Minus six shots, but it’s still this hot
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| Thirty grand and that’s just for the wristwatch
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| Hate to brag but backpacker that’s hip hop
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| Write my life and make sure that the script hot
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| And pray the kids watch, if not
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| These niggas know
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| If not, these niggas know
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| I must confess, I copped the chains
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| I hit the club, I made it rain
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| I hit the road, I made a name
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| I came home, I ain’t the same
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| I ain’t the same
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| I ain’t the same
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| I must confess, I cut the chains
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| I hit the club, I made it rain
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| I hit the road, I made a name
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| I came home, I ain’t the same
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| I ain’t the same
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| I ain’t the same
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| Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know
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| Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Niggaz Know , by - J. Cole. Song from the album Born Sinner, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп